Talia Reyes is the adopted daughter of the representative of Amity, Johanna Reyes. Talia always had a feeling she didn't belong in the faction of peace and harmony, but there was nothing she could do about it until it came time for the Choosing Cere...
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Talia
We considered ourselves lucky. Our ancestors say the war was terrible, and that the aftermath caused the rest of the world to be destroyed. Shortly after the war, the people who managed to survive the war reverted Chicago into a city. Somewhat. Our founders built the wall to keep us safe, from whatever unknowns are out there. To keep the peace amongst each other they divided us into five groups, factions.
The smart ones, the ones who value knowledge and logic are in Erudite.
Candor values honesty and order. They tell the truth, even if it hurts.
Abnegation values selflessness. They lead simple lifestyles and dedicate themselves to helping others, even the Factionless, people who don't fit in any of the factions. Because they're public servants and so selfless, they're entrusted to run our government.
Then there's Dauntless. Our protectors, our soldiers, our police. I always idolized them. Being brave, fearless, and free. Most think that Dauntless are crazy, and they are, but it makes them special and unique in my head.
My home faction is Amity. We farm the land. We're all about kindness and harmony, always happy. But that is not me, at least I don't think it is.
The system works, everybody knows where they belong. Except me.
My mother is Johanna Reyes, the representative/speaker of Amity. When I was old enough to understand why I looked nothing like her, she told me what she knew of my true parentage. There wasn't much to go on. My birth mother was factionless and just dropped me off at the barn door where Johanna's office is. I guess I had quite the set of lungs on me as a baby because shortly after I was left Johanna found me. I know nothing of my father. Other than the fact that he knocked up my birth mother and was never around. I don't even know if he knew about me, the thought of having one of these random men who live in the same city as me as my father made me uneasy.
I was a wild child growing up. I still am. I put up appearances for my mom to the best of my ability but other than that, I live my life to the fullest.
I am kind and respectful to those who deserve it. I am happy. Or at least I can pretend to be. The only thing that makes me truly happy is the fact that I have an amazingly understanding mom. She knows how I am. She raised me to the best of her ability, whatever is wrong with me isn't her fault. She doesn't force me to eat the happiness-laced bread, especially when I'm out of control and she understands why I have all this pent-up anger. I don't know how she does, 'cause I don't even know.
My temper is the issue for the most part. I can go from zero to a hundred real fucking quick, but I have been able to reign it in somewhat, especially while in public with my mom.
I turned 18 a month ago, which means it's time for me to take the aptitude test and then choose my forever faction at the ceremony. The test is a terrifying thing. I know that no matter what, the choice is mine, but I'm scared it'll tell me that I'm not Amity, that I'll have to leave the only person who loves me behind. I'm scared it'll tell me that I am Amity. That I'll feel obligated to stay in the only home I've ever known.
